Wednesday was an unusual day. I awakened early to find a sort of brownish liquid dripping out of my bathroom medicine cabinet. Upon investigation, nothing inside appeared to be broken or leaking, so I dragged Rob out of bed to get his opinion. He did not know what it could be, either. Maybe, I suggested, it is ectoplasm.

It was not.

The building maintenance man later told me that the people upstairs had had some sort of overflow in their bathroom, and it had dripped down through the wall into my cabinet. Given the color of the water, I was not anxious to discover what sort of overflow it was. Instead, I threw everything it had touched into the trash and doused the bathroom in bleach. Oh, joy. I would have been happier with ectoplasm.

Later, Rob and I met a client for a late dinner (which cost me $170!!!) and came back to watch a show we had TiVoed from earlier in the day: "That's My Baby" on Animal Planet. This episode focused on a crazy woman who had bred her female Boston terrier and held a wedding ceremony in which eight Boston terriers dressed up in formalwear. The female then gave birth to three "legitimate" puppies by Caesarian section. When they started crying, Goblin, who had been chewing on a bone and ignoring everything, jumped up, ran across the room, and began sniffing around the television set. She has never paid the remotest amount of attention to the television before. Where are the babies?!?!?!

My little spayed dog was so interested in the babies that Rob and I ourselves started to cry. Later, Rob filed Goblin's nails with an emery board.

So, anyway, what do you think? Could it have been ectoplasm after all?